Savannah's POV:
Ugh, that girl just pisses me off. She damn well knows she needs me way more than I need her. Thoughts raced in my head and I barely felt my phone vibrate. Someone was calling. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the Caller ID. "Incoming call from: Liam<3"
"Hello?" I asked, sounding far angrier than I meant it to be.
"Hey babe...something wrong?" He asked me, picking up on my tone.
"No, everything's fine," I reassured him, unconvincingly.
"Now that's a lie," Liam said, not buying it.
"It's nothing. I have something to tell you," I told Liam, smiling to myself at what my news was.
"And what would that be?" He asked me. I could tell he was smiling at the other end.
"I finally got an acting job! In LA for three months..one of McCullen's movies," I tried to sound cheery, but Kylie was just up in my brain telling me I need to be with her until she gets better. No, she's not going to ruin my big break for me.
"That's great, Savannah! I'm so proud of you!" Liam said enthusiastically. I could hear the other boys saying "what? what'd she do?!"
I giggled. "Tell the boys hello and I miss them!" I asked Liam. After a few moments I heard some shuffling and an irish accent say "GImme the phone, mate!"
There was some more shuffling and Niall's voice came up over the phone.
"How's Kylie?" Niall asked urgently. Poor kid, he missed her like crazy.
"I don't know, you ask her," I snapped, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Woah, what happened?" He asked, backing off slightly.
"She's a selfish bitch. I'm not going to be seeing her any time soon. I need to go film my MOVIE and get RICH and have a PERFECT LIFE," I said harshly, recalling the words that Kylie had said to me earlier.
"Oh, well if you change your mind, please tell her that I lo--" I cut Niall off.
"I won't change my mind," I said matter-of-factly and hung up the phone.
What was getting into me? Why was I being so cold to people?
I don't even know anymore.
Niall's POV:
"Call ended".
Damn.
They must have had one hell of a fight.
I pulled out my phone called Kylie.
"Hey Ky, you alright?" I asked her.
"I'm fine." she said flatly.
"No you're not, I know you too well."
"Yes Niall, I'm fine."
"No Kylie, you're not."
"Can't you guys all just leave me alone? I dont need anyone babying me."
"After that stunt you pulled in the bathroom before I left? I'm a fucking idiot to not want to watch over you."
"I have the FLU, okay? That's it."
"Are you really gonna lie to me like that?"
"What do you think it is, Niall?"
"You made yourself throw up. Like you did when we got ice cream that one day. I've been noticing you for the entire time I've known you, from the first night. You're sick, Kylie. And it's more than the flu."
"Well what are you going to do? There's nothing at all possible that you can say or do to make me any better. I'm hopeless. Ugly, fat, stupid, slutty, hopeless."
"You're none of those things. You're beautiful and if you don't see it your crazy."
"Well I don't need you over my shoulder 24/7 telling me to eat."
"Well you need someone!"
"Just stop. I don't need anyone helping me. I'm a big girl."
"Sorry, Kylie. Forgive me for not wanting to watch you kill yourself."
Beeeeep.
"Hello?"
"Kylie?"
"Are you there?"
No answer.
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Fix You (Niall Horan)
Fanfiction(Formerly known as Just One More) Kylie Marcus is a normal 16 year old girl. Well, not really. Ever since the day her and her best friend, Savannah, went to a One Direction concert, her life hasn't been the same. She had been housing an entire band...
